The Scott Girl

One Million Billionth of a Milisecond on a Sunday

''Luke? I haven't seen you.''

''Yeah, I'm with Peyton. She's on the phone with Brooke. We wanted to tell you we're getting married.''

I took a deep breath, sharing a look with Brooke, ''I'm so happy for you bubba.''

''Are you okay? You never call me bubba unless something is wrong.''

''I'm just sick is all. I'm happy for you. I have to go.''

I hung up the phone before pulling Brooke into a hug.

''I'm sorry this happened to you B.''

''I'm sorry you got hurt trying to help me.''

''Hey, we're sisters, I'd kill for you.... I may have to stay a few days with you... if that's okay.''

''What about the twins?''

''I'll tell Nathan we have the flu and he'll watch Keith and Kam will watch Kayse... i don't want them to see me like this.''

''My god. Brooke? Blake?''

Brooke and I are wearing sunglasses, her face swollen as both her eyes were black. I had a black eye and what felt to be a cracked cheek bone... most of my damage was under the shirt though.

''Hi.''

''Hey..''

''Honey, what... What happened? Were you robbed?''

Brooke shot me a look as we remove our glasses to see Deb's shocked face.

''Yeah. Last night. Blake walked in when it happened and tried to help me... Didn't end very well.

''Oh, my god.''

'' I'm not gonna cry''

Deb takes us in her arms, ''Oh, it's okay.''

"Not gonna cry.'' Brooke whispers again as I squeezed her hand tightly.

Deb is putting some make up on Brooke's face in order to hide her bruises, she had already did mine, though you could still see how bad my cheek was.

''Did you call the police?''

''No, and I don't want to.''

''Brooke, you have to file a police report, or your insurance company won't accept the claim.''

''I don't want to. I have plenty of money for this.'''

''Well, do you know what's missing?''

''The computer, cash from the register, and the sketches for my new line. ''

''Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. But I really think we need to call the police.''

'' No. I don't want the press involved in this. So you can't tell anyone, okay?'' Brooke looked at the older woman.

''We mean it Deb. Not Haley and Nathan or Kam or Peyton or anyone. Please.'' I add.

''Okay.''

''Thank you.''

''Deb, you own a gun, right?''

''I do.''

''I want you to teach me how to use it.'' Brooke states, as I shook my head, no way am I going anywhere near a gun.

''Blake! Brooke, I'm home!''

Brooke and I share a look before Brook spoke up,''Okay, don't freak out.

''Why?''

The blonde's eyes widened when she saw our faces.

'' Oh, my god. Guys, what happened?''

''Lindsey came by and said, "Peyton's a bitch." and i said, "Peyton is not a bitch." And she said, "Yes, she is." and i said, "well, maybe you're the bitch, bitch." and Blake was like ''You're the only bitch I see, whore.''... but you should see her face.''

''Brooke..''

''She was doing laundry, and got all tangled up in one of the sheets, before falling head first down the stairs and pulling me with her.'' I lied, coming up with a semi good excuse.

''Oh, honeys. I'm sorry I wasn't here. Why didn't you call me?''

''I did, but you said you were getting married.'' Brooke points out.

''Is that why you sounded so bad on the phone? Why Luke thought you sounded like you were crying B? Oh, I'm so sorry.''

She approaches Brooke to hug her but Brooke held up her hands, ''No, it's okay. Really, we're too sore to hug.''

''Okay.''

''But congratulations.''

''Thanks. It's kind of sudden, right?''

''Are you kidding? The rest of the world's been waiting on you two idiots since high school.'' i scoff as Brooke handed me some frozen peas.

''He asked me to move in with him.''

''Really? Do married people do that? I am really happy for you, P. Sawyer. I might be a little happier if it was your bony ass that fell down the stairs, but still... '' Brooke laid some frozen veggies on her eyes as we smiled at Peyton.

I had went home to grab a few things, now that Peyton moved out of Brooke's I really didn't want her alone, besides, everyone still thought i had the flu. Brooke was looking around Peyton's empty room as I was on the phone with Kayson.

''mommy loves you too baby. Yeah I'll be better soon, i promise. You be good for Uncle Kam and Uncle Mikey, Okay?''

I hung up just as Brooke led Deb into the house.

''Hi. I was in the neighborhood. Thought you might want to have a little girls' night.''

''No, thank you. I'm fine with just Blake.''

''Brooke... I lived a lot of years feeling powerless and alone. I was pissed off and medicated and scared to death. That's not going to happen to you... Not if I can help it. Now, get dressed.''

I had decided against going with the other two to the shooting range. Now I was sitting around Brooke's house when I got a call from Haley.

''Hales?''

''It's Quentin. He was shot, he died.''